We Can't Forget Last Summer

"I broke it off with Mel." He breathed out as our lips parted, his eyes still closed. Mine, on the other hand, flickered open to examine his face carefully.

The single phrase along caused my stomach to erupt with butterflies. I couldn't explain the sensation going on in my heart. I couldn't explain why part of me felt like complete shit. Yet, when I looked at him as his eyes slowly opened everything disappeared. Every worry I ever had diminished in a matter of seconds upon looking into his contagious green eyes.

"Two days ago, actually. The reason why I had dirty dishes in the first place was because I had my parents and brothers over yesterday to tell them the news. No one else know though. I haven't told the guys. They think I'm going out to dinner with her tonight. I really didn't want to go to that party."

My throat was thick and my heart was heavy. I couldn't help but picture poor Mel on a couch somewhere sobbing her eyes out. I never thought I'd commiserate towards the girl but right now my heart went out to her.

But when I looked back at John something else stirred inside me. As my eyes gleamed over his bare chest and wet skin, my body shook. My lips parted to say something but I simply found myself speechless, staring at him.

He bit his bottom lip stifling a soft chuckle. "Sometimes I wonder what you're thinking about. When you were away, I always thought about what you were doing and what must have been running through your mind."

God, if he only knew that he was the only thing running through my head. If he only knew what I was thinking about right this second as I stared at him.

"Do, uh, do you want to crash at my place tonight? You know, since this place is so..... soapy." I finally choked out.

John's lips parted, his breath catching. His eyebrows then lifted softly, "Oh. Um, yeah. That would be great. Really great."

He grabbed onto the counter behind him, hoisting himself up slowly and with caution. He then held out a hand for me. I took hold of it and he pulled me up with him. Of course, I slipped again, falling right into him.

"Whoa!" He wrapped his arms around my waist. "Damn," He laughed then looked at me with a smile. With one careful motion, John lifted me up and carried me bridal-style in his arms out of the kitchen. He took me down the hallway, into his room and then set me down on the carpet.

He peered at me over his shoulder, "I just need to get a shirt."

As he dug through his drawer I glanced at different areas in his room. A tidal wave of nostalgia washed over me. I loved his room just as much as I loved him. It was wonderful. Everything that happened in here with him was wonderful.

He pulled a white v-neck over himself and shoved on a pair of sandals. I smirked at them and he laughed, "Ready to go?"

I nodded my head, "More than ready."

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"Welcome to my lovely home." I remarked, holding my arms out once we were in my apartment.

"It looks just like mine!" He commented.

I nodded my head, "It does."

That's when we stared at each other from about five feet apart. It was quiet for a minute and no one was really sure of what to say.

In one insanely quick and vast moment, we collided and became one. I jumped up on John, wrapping my legs around his and he placed his hands on my behind, squeezing it eagerly. Our tongues tangled together and my fingers locked in his hair. When our lips parted, they worked on other areas. John sucked on my neck as if his life depended on it and I simply moaned and mumbled his name over and over again.

"Down....the....hall..." I muttered in between breaths, "my...room."

He nodded his head, understanding. Without having any sort of visibility, John walked down the hallway, me still attached to him, grinding my pelvis area into his eagerly. Suddenly, he crashed into the wall, knocking over a picture frame and allowing me to fall onto the ground.

"Oof!" I let out, then threw my head back in laughter.

John collapsed onto the floor next to me, laughing as well. My cheeks and stomach ached from how hard I was laughing, and looking over at John only pained me more. I climbed on top of him, still laughing but kissing him repeatedly. I sat on his pelvis and moved up and down, then ran my hands other his shirt, feeling his warmth.

He sat up after a minute or so, taking my hands in his, and then stood up. He guided me towards to end of the hallway, which is where my room was located. I nodded my head at the doorway so he got the idea. He did. He walked in, still guiding me. I then made my way to the front and fell on the bed. John crawled over me and I pulled off the shirt he had only put on ten minutes ago. He reluctantly pulled off mine, his cautious and hesitant eyes locked onto mine as he did so. I nodded my head, allowing him to move towards my bra as well. As it unclasped and my breasts were exposed John made no ignorant or man-whore comments that I would have expected him to when he first met me. Instead, he simply placed his hands upon then and messaged lightly.

I swallowed the knot in my throat, "John?"

His head popped up, concerned, "Do you not like that? I'm sorry!"

"No! No, no, no, sweetie." I placed my hands on his cheeks. He smile meekly. "I just, I," I bit my lip.

John's face fell and he swallowed hard. "I don't think that-" He stopped, his breath caught short.

"I'm ready." I nodded my head, hoping to reassure him.

"I don't want to cause you pain."

I shook my head, "John, it's you. If it were any other person, it would be painful. I trust you. I love you."

"Are you sure?"

"I'm sure," He still look unconvinced, "Please, John. I'm more ready than ever. I want you and only you."

I watched as he swallowed and his adam's apple bobbed in his throat. He nodded his head, "Okay. I love you."

"I love you, too."

It hurt. It really hurt a lot more than I thought it would. And when tears streamed down my face, John stopped and asked me if I was okay. I told him to keep going and he wiped my tears away. He was sweet and lovely and gentle. He took care of me. I gripped onto his back and let out whimpers from time to time, which as a result, John kissed me gently on the lips and whispered that everything would be okay. When it was over, and he fell down next to me I found myself with tears running down my cheeks. John's face fell as well as his shoulders. "Did I-"

I cut him off, holding two fingers to his mouth, "No. I'm just-I'm really happy right now."

He pressed his lips together, nodding his head. "I'm really happy too."

John wrapped an arm around my shoulders and pulled me in. I rested my head on his bare chest and exhaled heavily, closing my eyes.

Everything you learn about love growing up is a lie. It isn't sweet and it isn't glorious. You're not going to find yourself happy all the time. In fact, if it's love that's powerful, you're going to have to put up with a lot of heartache. It's not about how many kisses or if you had sex or not. It's not about telling the person that you love them all the time.

A real love is one that is going to suck major ass sometimes. You'll have to make sacrifices and you'll have to embrace the idea of giving everything to someone. But the thing is, no of it really matters. It will suck, but you won't care because you're so deeply in love it barely registers in your mind how much everything has gone to shit. You're blinded by love-that's true. A real love challenges you, but it really is worth it in the end.

Falling asleep next to John right now was by far one of the most spectacular moments or our entire relationship up until this point. The sex had nothing to do with it either. It was just us being comfortable enough with another.

A year ago at this point in time I wouldn't have guessed I'd be in love. I wouldn't believe any of the sappy bullshit that comes out of my mouth. But love changes people for the better. I'm not a hard-ass anymore (for the most part). And John isn't a tool (for the most part). We're still ourselves. Just better versions of ourselves. That's what love really does. It improves you. It makes you, like, the deluxe version of yourself.

Later on in the night, I heard the front door open and close. With the idea that Rod was home safely, I was finally able to fall asleep properly. That was until I heard laughter from a familiar female. I tensed up and glanced up at John who was still soundly asleep. Then I looked over at my bedroom door which of course, was open. My shoulders fell and I sighed. There was no way to get out of this one.

Two figures appear in the doorway.

"No way!" Taylor whispered, chuckling.

"Shit, is that John?" Rod laughed as well. They were both piss drunk.

"It has to be. You think they finally banged each other? Did my baby girl loose it?" Taylor squealed and slurred her words.

"Oh yeah. Either that or they just like to leave all their clothes on the floor and sleep naked."

Taylor's voice lowered, "How about we do that?"

Then the crept into Rod's room.

Five minutes later John and I were wide awake listening to Taylor scream in delight. I shook my head, sitting up and turning on the lamp light. I sighed and turned to John. He shrugged and then laughed. "She's.... uh, loud."

"I never would have guess my best friend was a screamer."

"Isn't she going out with Carter?"

I shrugged and rubbed my eyes. "Yeah, but I know she really likes Rod. I don't know-it's complicated."

Without realizing it, the sheet covering my body fell back as I sat up, now exposing my fully nude torso. John stared at it with wide eyes. I couldn't help but laugh.

His eyes never left, "You have no idea how long I've wanted to see your boobs."

I suppressed a smile. "Well seeing your dick was nice too." I winked.

"You've been wondering about it's size since we rode in that ferris wheel together, haven't you?"

"Who said it wasn't longer than that?"

John sat up and my heart banged against my chest rapidly and excitedly. "Oh my God," He muttered, tackling me back to the bed and holding himself over me. "Why are you so fucking sexy?"

I ran a hand through his hair, "I got the good looking gene in my family."

He pressed his lips to mine aggressively, craving more. He then pulled away, "You got the kissing gene too."

I licked my lip and looked back up at him. He crashed down on my body, "You make me so weak, you know that? You make me want to crumble and melt. You're so," he sucked in a breath, "desirable."

Just then, Taylor let out another scream.

I raised an eyebrow at John, "Do you think we can beat them?"

His eyebrows lifted and he laughed, "What?"

I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him to me. He kissed me down my torso until reaching in between my thighs. I placed my hands on his head as he did what was to be done. It was much more pleasurable than what we had done earlier. I moaned out, "Oh God, John." I then let out a shaky breath.

My breaths were short and I reached behind my head to grab onto the bed's headboard. I continued to let out moans and eventually, without realizing what I was doing screamed with delight. I clasped my hand over my mouth, my eyes lighting up. John finished and snaked his way back up to me. By that point, I was laughing hysterically. "I cannot believe I just did that."

John winked, "I'm just that good."

I peered down at him, "I wonder if I'm any good?"

John's mouth dropped a little, and I chuckled softly. I wiggled my eyebrows, "I guess I'll just have to try it out, right?"

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Nothing is better than bacon in the morning. I mean, hell, if you don't even like bacon you have to at least like the smell of it. The smell of bacon itself is the smell of morning. Screw dew drops and chirping blue jays- bacon is what will get you out of bed and bring some form a pleasantry to the morning.

John and I got out of bed that morning around nine o'clock, the two of us smiling like idiots. We made breakfast together; John constricted his famous pancakes and I worked on the bacon. We laughed and sang together. My singing of course, mediocre. He continued to reassure me that I have a lovely voice, but next to him I knew it really was shit.

At ten o'clock, breakfast was ready and Rod and Taylor awkwardly made their way out of Rod's room. They shamefully walked into the kitchen and sat down at the table but not before both giving me a grin. I could feel my face flush, so I simply turned back towards the counter. John wrapped his arms around my waist and put his lips to my ear, "I like seeing you blush."

I turned around, giving him a light peck on the nose. Then, I grabbed two plates of bacon and pancakes for both Taylor and Rod. I set them down in front of them. John and I got our own plates and sat across from them.

After three minutes of eating in silence and watching John grin at me constantly, Rod finally cleared his throat and set down his fork. "Okay, so obviously we all had sex last night. Can we just clear the air?"

Taylor looked over at me, no smile on her face.

I bit my lip, sucking in a breath and turning to Rod. "Yeah. We can. But you guys were drunken idiots. You slept with some guy's girlfriend, Rod."

His shoulders fell. I already knew he was mad at me. I knew he wasn't too fond on John as it was and me loosing my virginity to him wasn't a daydream of his. But in all honestly, it was mine so fuck him.

"Speaking of which, that guy does live two apartments down. Did you guys not register that?"

"We were drunk!" Rod groaned.

I sighed heavily, and took a bit of a pancake. I looked down my plate, then up at the two victims sitting across from me. "We're going to figure this out here and now, okay? So you two are going to be completely honest with me. Are you ready?"

"Yeah, whatever." Rod muttered irritably.

Taylor let out a breath, "I guess so."

"Okay," I began, "How long have you guys been having sex?"

"Two weeks." Taylor blurted out, Rod shaking his head.

My eyes lit up. "Oh my God," I laughed, "Where the fuck was I?"

"It's been going on at my apartment." Taylor confessed.

"One time we did it in the store's employee bathroom." Rod shrugged.

I placed two fingers on my temple and stared at Rod, my lips parted, "You're shitting me?"

He shook his head, "No. You were literally right outside the door. It was a lot hotter that way."

I looked over at John, letting out a light laugh, "Oh my fucking God."

John held in a smile, then sucked in a deep breath. "Let's just cut the shit here," He said, "Do you guys-"

"Wait." Rod interjected, "I really don't want to here anything from you. You're a fucking scumbag who cheated on his fiance last night. You're really the last person I want to even look at."

John made a face, "You're a hypocrite. Taylor just cheated on her boyfriend. And you don't know anything. I broke up with Mel."

Rod rolled his eyes, "That doesn't mean anything. You still proposed to her and then dumped her. You're shit."

"Rod, shut up." I shot daggers at him.

Rod stood up, shaking his head, "Fuck this. Fuck it all. Sometimes, I wonder why I even left Nevada."

He stormed off out of the apartment, leaving us three alone in the kitchen. I sighed heavily and Taylor cleared her throat.

"It's my fault. I told him before I came out this morning that we couldn't do this any longer. I told him that I was planning on breaking up with Carter, but only because I'm moving to Phoenix for work in three months. Being with Rod wouldn't be anything. It would contradict everything, right? I've been telling him it for awhile. I think that's why he's been so mad. I shouldn't have kept sleeping with him. It's only made things worse."

I bit my lip, looking at Taylor carefully. Swallowing the knot in my throat, I tried giving her a reassuring smile, "He'll be fine. He's just confused, probably. I know Rod and although I've never really seen him that angry, I know he'll get through it. Things can only get better from here, right?"

"Right," She nodded her head and stood up. "I should go home." She walked towards the end of the kitchen, then turned back to John and I, "I'm really happy for you guys. It's good to see that people that deserve each other are together. You deserve it."

We thanked her and she left.

I turned to John and smiled. He smiled back at me, then kissed my forehead. I raised my chin lightly to get a better view of his green eyes, "Last night was beyond...... amazing."

"It really was."

I sucked in a breath and grinned, "Do you think we can try it again tonight?"

His lips broke, exposing his perfectly white and straight teeth. "I was waiting for you to ask."